I don’t always pick up on things right away, so sometimes God has to do something drastic to get my attention.
That happened almost a month ago now for me and I’ve been trying to process it ever since.
Let me explain…
I went on a backpacking trip to Lander, Wyoming with my twin boys and a group of people. I was super excited about the adventure because I knew God was calling me to do it. I prepared as much as I could but at the end of the day, I just had to take a step of faith and walk it out.
Just a few days into the trip, I unexpectedly fell and sprung my ankle. At the time, I didn’t know that it was just a sprang, so to be safe, we had to send for help because I wasn’t going to be able to walk out of the mountain we had hiked ourselves into. Calling for help included us using a GPS tracker to send out a signal of our whereabouts so the rescuers could locate the one needing to be rescued (me).
A few hours later, the helicopter spotted us and then found a place to land. They then sent out a paramedic and 2 search and rescue guys to come rescue (me).
Oh it gets better.
Once they reached us, we still had to figure out a way to get me to where the chopper had landed, an hour hike up the mountain. Within minutes, my two leaders began taking turns carrying me on their backs to get (me) to the chopper.
Talk about humiliating.
It was almost comical though. Everything about this was hard for me. I felt like I was letting my team down and I hated that my leaders were struggling and sweating for (me).
You see, I like being the strong one. I like to be the one to help other people with their pain. I don’t always want to look at my own stuff, because sometimes it’s too painful.
Since I’ve been home, I have heard the song (Reckless Love) over and over. The lyrics have helped drive in the point that I know God has been trying to get across to me for quite some time now.
I was created to be rescued.
We all were.
Sometimes we can feel so all alone while we wait for the rescuing team to make their way to us and the waiting can be torturous. Many lose their faith and try to make it out on their own believing that God gave up the search.
The way I see it now is that He takes His time putting together the right team for the job. Yes, He’s ultimately the one responsible for the rescue, but He always brings a dream team with Him when He comes.
If you are lost and can’t find your way… Don’t lose hope. Papa’s coming. He always comes and it’s always EPIC when He does.
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They say people will do crazy things for love. I’d have to agree.
Over the years, I have learned to love new things all in effort to connect with my precious boys on a deeper level. I don’t think I would naturally make shooting noises with my mouth, learn stats about our teams newest recruit, listen to Ed Sheeran songs, or sign up for a hiking trip into a mountain range all on my own. These are all things that I have been led into and they have made me a better person (period).
We are approaching my favorite season of the year, and it’s my favorite season because it’s when I connect with my boys even more. I just printed off the Michigan Football 2017 schedule and I can’t wait to tape it up on my cupboard at home. I can’t wait to spend our Saturday’s rooting for our favorite team and hosting party’s where I make our favorite food. It makes me happy because it makes them happy.
For whatever reason, God didn’t give me any girls. He gave me five sons.
I want to know my sons.
I could just let them do their thing while I do mine, but then I’d miss out on all of the amazing things that I’ve learned from them and that would be silly. I’m glad that God knows exactly what I need to discover all that He has for me.
While hiking in Wyoming last week, I was awakened to a new level of adventure. There’s more to this life and I want to learn how to embrace the beauty found in simple things along the way. I’m grateful that God has used my sweet boys to teach me new lessons in life. What a gift.
I was sitting in a parent meeting a few months ago for my sweet boys who had signed up for a back packing trip to Wind River mountain range in Pinedale, Wyoming. As I listened to the leader (Jeff) talk about the intensity of the trip, I quickly began to question whether or not my boys would be able to manage the trip at all. I wanted to find reasons to encourage them not to go and help them realize this may not be a great idea, when all of the sudden something happened.
Jeff said he was still looking for a “girl leader” to join the adventure and then he literally called me out on it and said I should try to go.
And get this… (My boys agreed) – what in the world?
I mostly blew it off and headed home for the evening telling Jeff that I would pray about it. (I was pretty much kidding about that though).
But the thought wouldn’t leave my mind, so I began to question the idea. “God is this you”? Are you behind this?
I emailed Jeff the next day and said, “I’m going to see if I can get the time off of work and we’ll go from there.”
I mentioned it to my team at work, and that’s when it became clear. They said, “You better go”.
That was about 2 months ago now.
Let me tell you something, the adventure has already begun. The boys and I have shopped for gear together, both in the stores and on-line, and just yesterday we met with the rest of our group to pack our backpacks and load them into a trailer. It’s official now. I’m really going.
We leave first thing Monday morning. (Lord help us).
You see yes, I am worried about the fact that Jeff has repeatedly said that this is the hardest thing we will EVER do in our lives.
And… that he let me know that I should start taking some ibuprofen the day before we leave. I am also concerned about the fact that my pack weights 25+ pounds and that I won’t be able to wash my hair for a week.
Oh there’s more too… You know, things like altitude sickness, blisters, and the biggest thing… Creatures – bears and what not. Who gets up and goes to the bathroom when there’s bears outside? (I’ll soon find out if the answer is me or not).
But here’s the thing. I cannot deny that this is God’s idea and because of that, I say yes Lord.
So, stretch me Papa. Beyond my wildest imagination and then some. Show me how strong Jen really is, and please keep us all safe too.